You were in the streets of Yokohama working on a case due to being an ADA member. Your train of thought was interrupted when you bumped into a man with a pet raccoon. On impact, he dropped his books and papers which resulted in him kneeling down to pick them up.

“A-Ah..my papers for Ranpo…they…eh….sorry…”

He mutters, his speech broken by his quiet murmurs. His pet raccoon squeaks at your feet.